And besides, I wanted something from the grill, something more traditional than grilled pork tenderloin. Damn it. I wanted a bacon cheeseburger. Inside my head, Jimmy Buffett was singing to me all morning as I thought about what to make for dinner. And so I didn't even ask Ann what she wanted for dinner. I just brought home the fixings for bacon cheeseburgers. For the record, not even a peep of displeasure was heard from her and even Carter was excited by the prospect. Also for the record, I made him two half-pound burgers, a solid pound of burger. Oh to be a teenager again! NOT!